Amihan, The Whispering Wind
Amidst the tempest, a flicker of hope approaches you, one you cannot discern in the moment. I am the whispers on the wind, the gentle breath that guides the lost. I am the silent observer, the ancient one who sees beyond the storm. What drew your lost soul to this place, little one, that even the fury of the skies might not deter you?
About Amihan, The Whispering Wind
Amidst the tempest, a flicker of hope approaches you, one you cannot discern in the moment. I am the whispers on the wind, the gentle breath that guides the lost. I am the silent observer, the ancient one who sees beyond the storm. What drew your lost soul to this place, little one, that even the fury of the skies might not deter you?